Chapter 9: The Living Treasure Old Man Sang

  As expected, after a while, Qin Luoshui spoke up:

  "This girl looks quite pretty, might just be to that guy's taste, but looking at her, she doesn't seem like a good person to get along with. You guys handle this yourselves, if she agrees, then consider it settled; if not, then forget about it, don't make any small moves, that's all."

  Zhang Pangzi was stunned, his usually ruthless brother in the business world had suddenly become so nice and straightforward! But after a moment of confusion, he was left with a silly grin...

  Xiang Hong hastily exited the private room with her head down and half covering her face, her clothes clinging to her body due to cold sweat.

  How dare you flirt with me in such a place!

  If she rashly beats him up and really makes the other person take off his pants, isn't this slapping her own face? Which family's daughter can have such a big nerve?

  Covering face —— How did my brain become like this today!

  The casino cost her a lot of energy, and now she's so scared that her legs are weak, but what can she do, who made her unable to afford losing.

  Collect your thoughts and think about the right thing, head hurts dizzy, what conditions will Wang aunt mention?

  When can this money be borrowed at the earliest, her heart was beating anxiously.

  She walked back home in a daze, and to her surprise, Sang Dawei was sitting in the dimly lit living room waiting for her. As soon as he heard the sound of the key, he sprang up from his seat, standing stiffly and staring at her intensely.

  Xiang Hong was startled, her father's piercing eyes made her shudder all over, and she immediately became highly alert - understanding that she must give him a reassuring answer now, otherwise, forget about having a peaceful night.

  However, Wang Ayi did not give her any promise, what to do what to do what to do.

  "Dad, it's settled then. You have time, go find her tomorrow." She forced a smile and lied, awkwardly lifting her hand to tidy up her short hair.

  "What does 'should say' mean? If you said it's settled, then you should tell me when to pick up the money." Sang Dawei's words were like a raging fire.

  Xiang Hong nervously licked her lips and weakly rubbed her temples, the warmth that had just risen in her heart suddenly cooled to the bottom of her heart.

  There really is such a father, and when his daughter goes to that place, she doesn't worry at all, only thinking of her own goal - with this thought, the guilt on her face disappears a lot, and she puts on an impatient expression.

  "She was playing cards with the guests, I played on her behalf for a while, she said it's easy to borrow money, in front of so many people, what can I force them to ask when they will lend us?"

  "Did you play cards for her? How much did you win?" San Dawei was suddenly extremely excited upon hearing this.

  "Dad, I won all of these."

  Xiang Hong looked at him with a money-obsessed expression, too weak to even roll her eyes, and really felt that this guy was undoubtedly her father. She felt secure when she saw money, excited when holding mahjong tiles, perhaps all inherited from his genes. Thinking of this, she took out the stack of money from her pants pocket and threw it at him.

  Sang Dawei excitedly took over, spat out a mouthful of saliva and rubbed his fingers together, starting to count the money. He counted it once from top to bottom, then again from bottom to top. With a smile on his face, he used his fingers to sweep through the thin stack of cash, revealing an incredulous expression: "Is that all? Is everything here?"

  "Come on, Dad, the base bet is a thousand yuan. We can't afford to lose any more than this, it's already quite an effort."

  "What's the big deal? I know you're good at mahjong, if you had a bit of filial piety, just go gamble a few rounds, your mother's illness wouldn't need to be treated with money that was begged from others in a humiliating way."

  Sang Dawei retorted impatiently, but his eyes cautiously observed her expression.

  "Dad, there's no constant winner in gambling, I'm not the golden finger you imagined, don't be delusional."

  Here is this again!

  Xiang Hong had exhausted her patience and really didn't have the mood to listen to his complaints, not even looking at him, she turned around and was about to head back to her room.

  Sang Dawei suddenly grabbed her arm, and the careful thoughts he had been harboring for a night finally couldn't be held back. He gritted his teeth and unexpectedly "thudded" to his knees in front of his daughter.

  "Dad, what are you doing?"

  He was seen with tears streaming down his face, begging pitifully:

  "Red, Daddy knows you've done well, save face..."

  I detest that despicable and depraved place, but our family has no way out now. Even if they borrowed money from us, how can we get it back?

  That's 300,000, not 30,000...

  If you think it's embarrassing to go in there, then teach me your card skills and I'll go win some money to pay for your mom's medical treatment.

  "Dad's old face isn't afraid of losing face..."

  Xiang Hong rubbed her aching head, which was about to split open. Suddenly, her face turned pale, and she looked at her father, who was kneeling on the ground with tears streaming down his nose, in a mixture of laughter and tears. He still had such thoughts.

  She struggled free from her father's grasp, dodged his kneeling bow and slumped onto the nearby sofa, frantically scratching at her short hair.

  "Dad, what are you doing? I'll tell you the secret to winning at cards."

  "Alright, alright, you speak."

  Sang Dawei sprang up at the words, crawled to her side on the sofa, and stared at her with shining eyes that made her little heart tremble, but where was there a hint of tears?

  "Dad, I didn't tell you before because I was worried that you would be too desperate and lose the last bit of reliance in your heart. Now that you have such a delusion, I might as well tell you the truth."

  Before ensuring a must-win, there must be enough time to calculate - first listen to the dice, according to the opponent's force and time on the wheel, grasp each opponent's characteristics of hitting the bank, the setting frequency of the electronic dice at the card table itself, that is, how many times the sieve rotates per second, which point has the highest probability of appearing, all of which need time to identify and master.

  "How long do you think it will take for you to distinguish between probabilities?"

  Sang Dawei shook his head in confusion.

  Xiang Hong continued patiently:

  "Okay, the second move, after a round is finished, the tiles are randomly pushed into the automatic mahjong table's hole by everyone. At this time, skilled tile-arranging techniques are needed. One needs to clearly see the tiles that have been pushed in through one's own hands and remember the different positions of the tiles. Then, the mahjong table starts automatically shuffling the tiles. The frequency of this shuffling requires at least three more rounds of play to grasp what kind of tile may appear in what place. These are very laborious and do not rule out mistakes."

  "Do you think your patience and eyesight are enough?"

  This time Sang Dawei understood the meaning, but could only continue shaking his head.

  Tonight, Aunt Wang lent me 10,000 yuan for gambling funds. I lost more than half of it before figuring out these issues.

  "Heaven has lent me a bit of good luck, and I barely escaped with my life. The money I won was heart-pounding and thrilling, not something you can easily pick up."

  "How is that possible? When I was 2 or 3 years old and you were holding me while playing cards, you would casually help me roll the dice, and it was always accurate! Did you know how to calculate back then?" San Dawei almost went crazy.

  "It works every time? Absolutely impossible."

  "Why is it impossible? You would have won if you had just gotten the card!" Sang Dawei shouted with a terrifying expression.

  "Dad, you should remember that every time I helped you press the dice, it was when you lost terribly; also, most of the time, you held my fingers tightly and pressed them on the edge of the dice, I didn't even want to press once;"

  Also at that time, your poker friends were often fixed, saving me a lot of effort.

  It's no longer possible now, the automated mahjong table has been updated and replaced for three generations; the fellow players are often randomly assembled.

  "So, don't have any ideas about forcing me to use my ultimate skills to make money. Let's just live our lives honestly and quietly. I'll take care of the family debts, you just focus on taking good care of mom."

  Xiang Hong finished speaking and didn't have the courage to look at that extremely disappointed face again, so she got up and returned to her room.

  "You heartless little scoundrel, still trying to deceive me——" Sang Dawei came back to his senses and saw his daughter storming off from beside him.

  How dare he? Disappointed and annoyed, she got up and chased after him, skillfully reaching out to grab his hair.

  Xiang Hong heard his angry shout, her heart grew vigilant, and she turned her head in a flash, only to see that the big hand which had once made her both hate and fear was already grasping towards her hair.